Grabbing hold of the thin cotton, he slid the fabric down my legs. I felt my cheeks flush, realizing I was now very much exposed and tied to a table. People were always coming in and out of the house. What if someone came in right then?
The thought of someone seeing us, watching as he ravaged me, surprisingly turned me on. I had no idea what punishment awaited me, but I was excited and nervous to find out. My gaze flickered from Weston and then to the door and back again.
“Don’t worry. No one is coming today. I told them I needed time with my wife,” he said as he ran his hand over my right cheek.
Then I felt it; the harsh sting of his palm against the flesh of my backside. I cried out, tears burning my eyes. His hand rubbed soothingly over the area while my mind spun, trying to figure o
